Rashi had just turned 19 a few months ago, and the summer vacation at her uncle's farmhouse in the outskirts of Jaipur felt like a much-needed escape from her boring college routine. Her parents had sent her there for a few weeks because her uncle, Rajesh, lived alone after his divorce and could use some "family company." Rajesh was 48, tall, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a charming smile that always made relatives call him the "cool uncle." But Rashi didn't know the darker thoughts that had been brewing in his mind ever since she had blossomed into a beautiful young woman—curvy hips, full breasts that strained against her modest kurtis, and long black hair that cascaded down her back.

The first few days were innocent enough. Rajesh took her around the farm, showed her the cows and the mango orchard, and cooked her favorite meals. But he was always watching—how her dupatta would slip when she bent over, the way her tight jeans hugged her ass when she helped in the kitchen. He waited for the right moment.